[Colab between Naga's Shadow & Forensic_Anthro]
Morgan shifted into his demon form, to give himself more room for error. It took him almost a full minuet, but he finally managed to break down one of the glass sides. He could see Ko sitting over in the corner. The demon reverted to his human form, wincing as his shouder throbbed. "Well, come on, we don't have all day. Ariella and Cole are already out, now it's your turn, kid."
The sound of the glass shattering startled Ko. His first instinct was to look over at the intruder, eyes wide as his gaze met the demon. Not having restrained his wakq, he would have stolen the demon's soul if he had had one. However, since he was not, Ko breathed a sigh of combined frustration and relief. As hungry as he was, he didn't want to kill any of the other exhibits.
Tugging anxiously at his sleeves, he meekly stood up and made his way across the broken glass that now filled his exhibit. When his feet touched the floor outside, relief flooded him.
"Thank you." he touched the demon's uninjured shoulder lightly with a gloved hand. "I'm not sure how I am a 'kid,' though. I'm plenty old, myself. Anyway, you said something about leaving, yes?"
Morgan felt something pull at him. The Wood Spirit's Wakq, perhaps? Morgan grinned slightly. "Sorry, to me you're a kid, you sure as hell look like one, don't matter how old you are. And sorry again, got nothing for you to...take." He wasn't quite sure how to phrase it. Did he actually eat souls? Morgan shook his head slightly, now wasn't the time to be thinking about this.
He flinched visibly when Ko touched his shoulder. "Sorry, I don't like people touching me." He muttered, and nodded when the spirit asked about leaving. "A group of pirates are breaking us out. Follow me, kid."
The two of them somehow, miraculously, managed to get out of the muesum without incident. Morgan looked around, and then gave a short whistle. Uthri and Theroj both came shooting out of nowhere, and straight up to their master, one perching on each shoulder. "Mobi wux jiil re. Nymuer ve. Si tuor wux jiil ekess nakta nomenoi fogah tokeq. Si tepoha creolnali si rigluin ekess tir shafaer sia kurjh. Zexenuma mrith Cole vur Ariella. Si mi jaunus Ko shilta jehli jaciar. Si geou confn spical lae soon lae si shilta. Gethrisj shafaer, jaka."**
Theroj flew off directly, landing on the rim of Cole's make-shift tank, but Uthri hesitated, the small dragon unwilling. Morgan spoke slightly more harsh to the dragon. "Gethisj! Ariella geou rigluin wux."^
Reluctantly, the dragn returned to the Angel's side, and Morgan stripped off his jacket. His bullet wound was bleeding profusely, the blood running down in dark red rivers over his arm, but he paid it little heed. He had to focus, and the pain helped him do that. He reached out to the Captian's mind.
"Listen, get your men out of there. I've gotten all the others out, they'll be waiting out here for you. Don't wait on me, I'll catch up to you. There's something I have to do, and it has to be alone. I just need you to get the others out of here. So move it."
Mogan glanced at the other three, speaking breifly. "Listen, the captian and his crew should be out here soon. Go with them, they'll get you off this godforesaken rock. Don't wait on me, I'll catch up in due time. I'm not going anywhere without my staff, I'm going back in there." As usual, the demon didn't wait for an answer or protest, but instead ran off, switching forms as he did so.
**"There you two are. Hear me. I want you two to keep these three safe. I have something I need to do on my own. Stay with Cole and Ariella. I am sure Ko can handle himself. I will come back as soon as I can. Go on, now."
^"Go! Ariella will need you."